"Alright."
Li Zhongnan gave her a smile and pushed her wheelchair.
The woman lived in a bungalow, which looked like it had been built five or six years ago, right next to Guan Xing's house.
When they arrived at her home, the woman glanced at the Ferrari parked aside and suddenly asked, "Young man, is this your car?"
Since Guan Xing's workshop was some distance away, Li Zhongnan had driven his car.
Li Zhongnan replied, "Yes, ma'am."
The woman smiled, said nothing more, and seemed to be lost in thought.
He pushed her into the house.
Li Zhongnan smiled at her and said, "Ma'am, if there's nothing else, I should get going."
"If you have time, why not stay a little longer?"
The woman smiled invitingly and said, "I get bored being alone. Why don't you keep me company? If you don't mind, I could make an early dinner for you to eat before you leave?"
"Sure, as you command."
